Toronto is a big city right? right? Then why does it feel so small sometimes!?
So I went on a date last night with someone I met online (gasp, I know), I’ll call him the Italian. So creative.
Pretty early on in the evening we discovered that we have some mutual friends – well friends to him, family to me. He used to work with two of my cousins and seems to know them fairly well. Definitely not that surprising, and the connection was easily established as I sport my Cousin’s company logo on my cell phone.
We chatted a bunch about my cousins – who are awesome, so we had tons of funny stories to discuss – and moved on to other topics. Turns out that we have a lot in common as we have likely been a at least a dozen of the same parties, worked in the same building for a few years, were probably at some of the same concerts back in our punk days (wow, I’m old – back in the day totally applies here), and even grew up in similar suburbs.
After a few pints we headed to a different bar and during our first pint there he raised his eyebrow and said “So what do you know about Uncle Bill?”
“You mean my Dad?!”
Backstory: My Father is a bit of an email junky. He loves to forward absolutely everything that he ever sees on the internet on to different groups of people. I mostly get emails about Cats. He has another group, however, that get the more risqué deliveries. And by risqué, I most definitely mean Porn.
So I guess my Cousin has on occasion flipped an email to the Italian and indicated the source as ‘Uncle Bill’.
So my Dad has sent porn to a guy I just started dating. Awesome.